Jump off the blinding carousel.
Look at your essence with open eyes.
A shroud of dark creations.
Hides in shadows of your stride.
Liars will snarl their tongues.
Deceptive intent with every word.
A voice echoes from out their lungs.
With too much filth to be observed.
That liar is also a leader, it seems.
Spreading cruel power without any shame.
An abundance of murders in clandestine.
By beasts who can never be tamed.
A demon arches over this tainted world.
His splendor, a fire that burns.
A fiend we created within our own power.
In the sight of our deaths, will we learn?
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